Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Selene’s POV

From the first moment I learned about the mating mark, I’ve always felt defective. Nevermind that the information came from a flock of bitter she-wolves, their words always rang true in my heart. If Bastien truly wanted me, he would have marked me from the beginning.

When i found out that we were truly mates, the wound deepened, like a knife driving in to the hilt with the realization that the loss of Luna had also cost me my fate. If I wasn’t so broken, Bastien would have marked me whether he loved me or not; there is no other way with Alpha’s, they mark what they see as theirs on principle.

There are no words to describe how worthless something would have to be for such possessive creatures to give up their stake. So that’s what I was – exactly what Garrick always said: worthless.

It never mattered to me that Luna was gone. I still wanted his mark.

I still needed it.

MI

I just didn’t understand it. I couldn’t understand until Luna returned, and I realized there was still an empty pocket in my heart, one neither my daughter nor my wolf could fill. I thought I simply missed my husband, then Bastien came to Asphodel and I knew what I’d been missing all this time.

Now I’m finally on the verge of filling that void, of fulfilling the destiny the Goddess penned in my name, and it can’t come fast enough. Part of me hates Bastien for failing to see my value when we were married. I want to kick, and scream that I’m the same person I’ve always been. But the other, stronger, part of me needs this like oxygen.

No matter how much fury I still harbor for this man, I cannot undo the threads of fate. My entire existence has been building to this point, and feeling Bastien’s fangs on my flesh is enough to push me over the edge, sending me into rapture before he can pierce my skin.

One second more and it would have been done, but then a blaring alarm shatters the heated moment, a deafening screech that pulls Bastien back from my neck even as I quiver and shake in the throws of ecstacy.

His head goes on a swivel; eyes, ears, and nose all on high alert for a threat. When I finally come down from my high, the fear takes me, slowly eroding my bliss and replacing it with gut-wrenching memories of smoke-filled closets. “Fire.” I gasp, shock rocketing through my body with paralyzing effect.

Lila! I think desperately, but then Bastien is shushing me gently, “It’s not a fire, little wolf.”

I croak, finding

me, turning off the water and pulling

myself first. I follow him down the hall, dressing as

Bastien replies, pushing into the bedroom where my pup now sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes and looking close to tears. He gathers her up and eases her into

on his own clothes, bouncing Lila gently on my hip.

know angel,” I croon, kissing her hair, “We’re going to make it better, just

we exit the house, frustration clear on their faces. “We don’t know what set it off, it might just

I buckle Lila into her car seat.

of us to

have on Selene and

them, not us.”

formal words and

the way around to monitor the back seat as we drive, and Bastien’s hand clasped firmly around mine on the center console. “You’re going to make yourself sick, sweetheart.” He murmurs,

agitation is probably upsetting her. Pups are so sensitive to the emotions of adults, my panic can only make

shakily, “there’s nothing

complain, the massive paw closes around my nape. “We‘re safe, Selene.” He says

from our very first days together, using

another wolf. He knows what I need without

there. She was there and she was dying with me. I clamp my eyes shut, trying to steady my pounding heart and keep the welling tears from leaving my lashes. My breaths sound more like hiccups the more I

after the pressure on the back of my neck grows borderline painful, does the suffocating heat which engulfs me fade back into the past where it belongs. “That’s it,” The tension seeps out of me bit by bit, my mate’s touch anchoring me to the

at me from the passenger seat, swirling with rage, though I know it isn’t directed at me.

and turning to the back seat again. “I’m sorry Lila bean, Mommy’s just being

advises sagely, “maybe you need a